Found Poetry 635

5/23/21

the locusts sing, but not for me
for their skin, now shed?
to aid their search for a mate?
no, to celebrate emerging from the ground
for they are happy

This poem was created from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. Click here to get Leaves of Grass.

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